Sunday, November 17, 2013
A "Quiet" Sunday Morning
The sunlight creeps into the bedroom and I panic momentarily: did we oversleep?
But then, no, I realize, it's Sunday.
Not a workday.
Deep sigh of relief and contentment.
I settle back into sleep.
A while later, I hear the whispers that are happening clear across the house (still love the baby monitor even though there are no babies here): little brother is asking big brother if he is awake.
He is. now.
More muffled whispers about playing and breakfast and sleep and TV.
I stumble out of bed, turn the monitor down, get back under the covers, and once again, settle back into sleep.
Eventually, I am awakened again by plastic cereal bowls being placed on counter tops way too loudly....package rustling sounds followed by clinking into the plastic bowls.
They have found the Froot Loops.
The frig is opened and slammed. The silverware drawer is open and shut (loudly).
I see the clock and realize the yoga class I had half-planned on taking has already started. Slight guilt and regret threaten, but they are quickly shushed with the reminder that lazy mornings rarely happen in this house. I suspect that such a morning probably has more Om value than the actual class.
I finally come out of hiding and turn on the coffee maker.
I am greeted by two moppy-headed boys in superhero underwear.
They have lost interest in the colorful circles of sugar and have moved onto guitars, of course, because it's Sunday morning.
I start to discourage, to warn them that Daddy is still in bed, the covers halfway covering his body, the pillow completely over his head. But then the littlest one actually starts to serenade me: "You are my sunshine" and "Twinkle Twinkle Star."
He wins, and instead, I send him into the bedroom to sing and play for Daddy.
Now the big one thinks it's the perfect time for a pirate sword. He jumps into our bed, straddling Daddy, sword in hand.
And this is it when you have boys: a blond little one wearing glasses and shrieking lullabies with a guitar, a brown-haired not-so-little one with round eyes threatening with foam swords.